No Accounting For Taste (Limerick)
By Madeleine Begun Kane
The prison was chock full of crooks,
Like the chef — in for cooking the books.
He’d been caught by the owner,
Who shouted this groaner:
“Fishy numbers! These aren’t chinooks!”
Note from Mad Kane: I learned two things today:
1: Chinook salmon, a.k.a. king salmon, are the “most highly prized salmon in the culinary world.”
2: A “salmon day” is slang for “spending an entire day swimming upstream only to get screwed somehow in the end.”
Enough with the light limericks for today! Here’s some heavy (for me) haiku, inspired by a handful of poetry prompts.
First up: It’s A Blog Eat Blog World serves us gravy as inspiration, while Weekend Wordsmith hands us the word hand to run with, and Writers Island provides the friendship. Put the three together and you get:
A hand in friendship
Would please and gratify me.
Love would be gravy.
Next, 3WW asks us to use the words compensate, modern and radio in poem or prose. My classical music background probably had something to do with this haiku using that trio of words:
Modern radio
Fails to compensate for our
Dying symphonies.
Finally, Haiku Sunday requests haiku about belonging:
All my belongings—
The ones the thieves didn’t steal—
Scattered and estranged.
Mad Kane (Madeleine Begun Kane) is a writer, musician, and "recovering lawyer." She won the Robert Benchley Society Award For Humor and enjoys writing limericks, song parodies, and current events haiku.
You can email her at madkane@madkane.com, visit her political humor blog, or stop by her home page.
